The girl from the 20 sumpins who live in the upstairs duplex from us knocked on my door today and asked me to take down my yard signs. I have two, one supporting
Jim Henley for Congress, one supporting
Ellen Cohen for State Rep. I was a little taken back by this (plus I had been napping when she knocked). I was like "wha- ?"
Then she goes, "Well, I just don't want those signs in my front yard."
She's a nervous girl and her BF is a loud vacuous chain-smoking Yup. They just moved down here from Chicago and I don't think they're too good about things like courtesy and adult conversation and not smoking on the goddamn shared porch.
Bless their hearts.
Suddenly it hit me what her real beef was. Two weeks ago, after quiet seething about them chain smoking on our shared front stoop and then leaving the cigarette butts in big and increasingly stinky pail right in front of my door, I politely (I swear, very politely) asked Kevin, the Yuppie BF, if he could not leave the pail on the front stoop since I have friends who come over and it looks unsightly.
I didn't say "looks trashy" because I'm sensitive like that. I said "doesn't look too nice" which a true gentleman would understand to mean "disgustingly barfazoic."
He looked perplexed (like as in "who would have a problem with a big damn pail of stinky cigarette butts sitting in front of their front door?") but started putting it discreetly off to the side of the stoop behind some bushes. I allowed this semi-trashy compromise to stand cause I can't stand confrontations. And the last time someone in my family had a confrontation with someone from Illinois we had to rejoin the Union.
So now I'm guessing he's sent his GF down to gripe about my yard signs (in
her front yard) as a counter gotcha. "Well, it's just that they're yard signs for candidates I don't know about."
Actually putting the yard signs out front was my kid's idea, so as I stalled so I could figure out what this contretemps was really about, I went "Well, they were my daughter's idea..." and she suddenly got this shocked look on her face.
"Your daughter? You mean that girl who lives with you?"
Again, I felt the need to model Southern graciousness to my new neighbors, so I said "Yes, that's my daughter who lives with me" rather than "Yes, that's my daughter who lives with me, dumb ass."
See, cause us Texans are so well known for our politesse.
Then Yuppie girl, starts up stammering, "Oh I didn't know that was your daughter. I mean, I thought she might be your... niece or... your... friend. "
Okay, quit talking now, lady.
"She seemed... young."
No, really. Quit talking.
"Well, I guess it's okay then. I mean, you're encouraging your daughter to be, well... involved."
I just smiled blandly.
Then there was more unimportant sputtering from a woman whom I'm guessing got run out of Chicago on the stupid rail, but having won this little confrontation, I got to be yet furtherly polite in that stealth-smug Southern way we have whenever we watch harmless opponents eat crow.
"Well, if it's a deal to you, I guess I could move one of those yard signs over to where it's less obtrusive."
"No, no. If it's for your daughter, I guess I can live with it until November."
Again, I smiled politely and waited. Because there always has to be punch line with these things. And so on cue she goes, "I just didn't know if they were there for some weird political cause or something," before going back into her home.
I was able to shut the door before laughing. Two Democrats running for office is a "weird political cause." I'm guessing now they're not Democrats. Probably not Republicans either. This is probably actually about the cigarette butts pail. My next move will be to invite them down for a barbecue next weekend and be a gracious host. Then my victory will be complete. Mwa-ha-ha!
Speaking of intrusive Illinois Yankees...
Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them? --Abraham Lincoln